The men shut the lid, bolted it with a padlock and put the key down the drain in the middle of the room, just as they had done with the other three. Grabbing a permanent marker from a desk behind the door he wrote on the top: Alex Rider.

"Turn it on." He told the bald man. He went round to the side and pulled a small lever on the side letting through the liquid nitrogen

He went round and checked the temperatures of the other freezers. They were all correct.

Grabbing the permanent marker again he re-wrote the names as they were beginning to fade: Thomas Harris, Ian Rider and John Rider.

Now he had control of the whole family, although he had had no luck on finding Helen Rider, he didn't care; he had the spies and a bonus, the friend of the son of MI6's top spy, it would be easy to get information out of him, in a few years when they had eliminated just about everyone in MI6.

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Sergeant Bishop sat in his office at Crickhowell Military Training Base in the Brecon Beacons in the south of Wales. He had sent a runner to Barrack K, not that they were in trouble or anything; they had an important mission and the sergeant was pleased that the SAS had been chosen for a government mission.

A Mr. A. Blunt had called earlier, in dire need of a capable unit to retrieve an agent who had been kidnapped a few days ago. The sergeant had been briefed of a location and he was then to find a unit to find the agent.

K Unit were perfect, reliable, strong, years of training behind them, all they needed to find this missing agent.

There was a knock on the door.

"Enter." K-unit entered and stood in a line in front of the sergeant, all at attention. "At ease, boys." They all relaxed. "I have important information, that I am about to tell you, that has to be remembered, not written down, it could post as a potential danger to the SIS, and the government. Do you hear me?"

"Yes Sergeant!" They all said in unison.

"Good. An agent went M.I.A three days ago; the head secretary of MI6 has a vague idea of where he is. They just need you to retrieve him. SCORPIA, a terrorist organisation, has hold of him in the location of G.R 5567, 3382. So technically he isn't M.I.A. Anyway a VSTD (Vital Sign Tracking Device) was implanted in him last year. His body temperature dropped rapidly yesterday, from healthy, normal 37.8°C to a staggering -210°C."

Eagle, the explosives and chemical expert, noted this and instantly knew what sort of chemical was at -210°C.

"That would be Liquid Nitrogen, Sergeant." He said clearly, coming to attention, then, once he had finished speaking he stood back at ease. Exactly why I chose this Unit. The sergeant thought to himself.

"The covert terrorist group, Proeliator Servo, are the suspects as MI6 have had a close eye on their movements in the days since the agent went missing on a mission. You are dismissed and you leave at 0800 hours tomorrow." He said sternly.

"Yes Sergeant."

Once K-Unit had left the office they went back to their barrack and started packing for their mission.

"We need cold weather gear, liquid nitrogen will burn you. I advise safety gloves and whatnot. Snake pack you arctic medi-kit; he is likely to have at least some cold burn of some sort." Eagle said, Wolf stared at him oddly.

"Smart arse!" He said jokingly, but Eagle wasn't in a jokey mood. This was going to be interesting. Eagle thought.

After packing lightly, they all slept, ready for their standard early morning.